Candour: a haiku trilogy.

Don’t think I’ll forget
the way you spoke the things said
distant, reticent.

Pleas fell on deaf ears
like tears on comfortless sheets,
drowning me in grief;

today I feel fine,
and yet I still ask myself
why you had to leave.

– Alejo X.

P.S. Many thanks to my father, a detail of one of whose artworks accompanies this poem.